The Woman Being Gaslighted
It was Kim Su-yeon who had just moved in.
She looked as lovely and feminine as she had on the day she first unpacked her belongings. Her hair fell to her shoulders, and her bangs fluttered gently over her forehead with every breath she took.
She stood about 160 centimeters tall, with a pretty face that gave off a neat yet likable impression. Large eyes with clear pupils, a straight nose, and an overall youthful appearance.
Tae-seok had intended to simply walk past.
There was no particular reason to help her. But when she set a box down, hesitated, and failed to lift it again—repeating the motion several times—his steps naturally came to a halt.
Their eyes met.
“Ah! Senior… hello.”
Her voice was bright. She must have been tired from carrying the heavy boxes, yet she offered a smile first.
“Looks pretty heavy.”
Tae-seok’s reply was somewhat curt. She nodded.
“Yes… my family sent kimchi… it’s a bit heavy.”
Tae-seok hesitated for a moment, unsure whether to help.
“Senior… could you help me with this?”
She asked for assistance first. Even when requesting help from others, she was the type to smile naturally rather than act awkward.
“Yeah? Want me to give you a hand?”
Tae-seok spoke up. Her face lit up brightly.
“Yes! I’d really appreciate it.”
Reluctantly, Tae-seok lifted her luggage at her bright request. The box was heavier than expected, and the smell of kimchi seeped out from the sides.
When they reached the front door, Su-yeon quickly opened it and stepped aside to make room for him to enter.
The room was still only half-organized. Unopened boxes and partially unpacked belongings lay scattered about.
“Should I put it here?”
“Yes, anywhere is fine.”
Tae-seok set the box down. She clasped her hands together and bowed politely.
“Thank you so much, Senior. I’ll bring some kimchi up for you later.”
“Sure… thanks. I’ll take you up on that.”
Tae-seok glanced at her status window once more.
Target Information
Name: Kim Su-yeon
Age: 21
Occupation: Student
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Emotion Level 13 / 100
Dominance 2 / 100
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Special Notes
• Currently being gaslighted by her advisor, Professor Oh Jin-tae
‘Gaslighted?’
Tae-seok’s gaze paused briefly.
‘So you’re not exactly living an ordinary student life either.’
Tae-seok turned away from her and headed toward the stairs.
A high-end Korean restaurant near the university. Inside a private room sat Professor Oh Jin-tae and four students who had been helping him with his recent paper.
He was a middle-aged man in a neat suit, with a tidy hairstyle lightly streaked with white and thick gold-rimmed glasses that stood out. On the table lay a full course meal and glasses of milky makgeolli.
He led the meal smoothly, offering advice drawn from his own experiences. He looked every bit the respected authority in academia.
As the meal was winding down, Professor Oh Jin-tae slowly rose from his seat.
“I have some business to attend to, so I’ll be going first. I’ve given my card to Assistant Choi, so you all can stay and enjoy yourselves a bit longer.”
The students stood up in unison to bow. Just as he was about to leave the room, he turned his head slightly and looked at Su-yeon, who sat at the far end of the table.
It wasn’t a long moment—just a brief exchange of glances that no one else at the table would notice.
Su-yeon nodded faintly at that look. Even after the professor left, the meal continued.
“Our professor is really something, isn’t he?”
“Yeah… I heard he won an award at the conference last time. And he never misses a single class even with all that going on.”
“He’s truly impressive… his humanities knowledge, his connections. He’s always in the media, yet he stays so humble.”
“Right. Honestly, someone at his level should be busy, but the way he looks after each student one by one is kind of amazing.”
“I felt it too when I went for advising. It didn’t feel like he was just going through the motions—he really wanted to help me find direction.”
“That’s why we respect him even more… I want to be like that someday.”
The conversation flowed naturally, filled with genuine trust rather than exaggerated praise. Su-yeon smiled and nodded along at the right moments, her expression no different from the others.
Yet beneath that face, somewhere in her chest, lay something entirely different from what they felt—an odd, swelling sense of elation.
The fact that the professor they all admired from afar treated her specially made her shoulders straighten with pride. She savored the thought for a moment. It felt like self-esteem, but also like the secret thrill of someone holding a secret no one else could know.
A little later, Su-yeon stood up.
“I have something to take care of at home, so I’ll be going first.”
The other students waved regretfully, one of them adding, “Take care.”
She bowed once more to Assistant Choi as she left the room. He waved and said, “Good work.”
The place Su-yeon got out of the taxi was a high-end building in Gangnam. She took the elevator to the fifth floor. At the end of the hallway, beyond the glass doors, hung a sign that read “Echo.”
It was a private karaoke bar—the professor’s regular spot.
She opened the door and bowed slightly to the staff at the counter. The employee seemed to recognize her and nodded, gesturing for her to follow with a familiar motion.
The hallway was dim. Luxurious lighting slanted across both walls, and faint singing drifted from a few rooms. When she opened the door, the smell of alcohol hit her nose.
The table inside was already set. A bottle of whiskey, several cans of beer, and plates of fruit and cheese. And across from them, Professor Oh Jin-tae lounging deep in the sofa.
“You’re here?”
His voice was gentle—completely different from how he spoke to the other students.
“Yes… I’m sorry I’m late.”
“No need. Have a seat. What’s there to apologize for?”
He gestured to the seat beside him. Without hesitation, Su-yeon perched there.
The way Professor Oh looked at her here was entirely different from at the restaurant. Outwardly still gentle, his gaze was sticky, and the intent behind it far more blatant. His eyes slowly swept over her.
Back when she was a freshman, Professor Oh Jin-tae had been especially kind to her. He would call her to his office after class to serve her tea and recommend books to read at the start of the semester.
“You have potential.”
Those words from a man she had often seen on television made her shoulders lift. Before long, they began spending time alone together—in his office, at cafés near his house, and now in this karaoke room.
She still had no clear career goal. Writer? Announcer? Graduate school? She wasn’t sure which path to choose. To her, the professor always said the same thing.
“Go the way you want to go. And no matter which direction you pick… I can help you.”
It wasn’t a lie. The authority, power, and influence he possessed made him more than qualified to say such words.
Before she knew it, Su-yeon had become drawn to him. She began to see him not simply as a “professor,” but as the only person who could open the door to her future.
After a few drinks, Professor Oh Jin-tae treated her like a hostess at a bar. He draped an arm around her shoulders, his fingers tracing down her spine. Su-yeon didn’t shrink away. She was already used to it.
“Pour me a drink.”
She nodded and filled his glass with whiskey. With his hand still around her waist, he took a sip and set the glass down.
“Nothing difficult going on lately?”
“No… thanks to you, Professor…”
His hand slid down to just below her chest. His fingers slipped between the buttons of her blouse. Su-yeon swallowed but didn’t push his hand away. She lacked the courage to do so. No—she didn’t want to.
At some point, Professor Oh Jin-tae’s hand cupped the back of her head and pressed down firmly. Su-yeon met his eyes. His gaze held a command—gentle, yet resolute. Unable to resist that force, she naturally lowered her head.
Her face moved between his thighs. Just as naturally as she had done many times before…
Her hair spilled over his knees. She already knew exactly where to place her lips and at what angle to tilt her head. She took out his member. It was already half-hard.
She had never once imagined that her own lips and tongue would one day suck the manhood of this much older man. But at some point, even that thought had stopped occurring to her.
She parted her lips and took him into her mouth. Her lips wrapped around the glans, and the tip of her tongue licked its center—the way he had taught her, the way he liked.
Professor Oh Jin-tae leaned back deep into the sofa and stroked the top of her head. His fingers gently threaded through her hair. His eyes were satisfied, a faint smile playing at his lips—the pleasure of having subdued this fresh-faced college girl with his authority. The sight of her lips wrapped around his cock was his greatest thrill.
Her lips still retained the color of her twenty years—soft pink lips sucking and sliding along his shaft, an image far too stimulating. Before long, he grew fully hard inside her mouth.
“Haa… Su-yeon. I… like you so much.”
At those words, she quickened her pace. Slurp… chup… chup… She rolled her tongue more, matching the rhythm he liked, giving the reaction he expected. His member slipped out from between her lips only to be swallowed deep again. Saliva glistened on her lips. The corners of her eyes were slightly red.
“Mmm… Professor… am I… doing well?”
She continued to work hard to please him. Careful not to let her teeth touch him while maintaining the suction, she refused to stop even as her jaw began to ache. There was no singing in the room, no conversation—only the wet sounds of young lips sucking an older man’s cock, echoing beneath the dim karaoke lights.
